Having read Blooming lily's post yesterday on knocking off a few years… I reminded myself it's time for me to go and get my eyebrows shaped. I've found that eyebrow maintenance happens to be the one thing I can do to make myself look years younger in an instant and feel so much more confident! But it can also be a very traumatic process…
CHAPTER 1
As a teen I had the most ghastly brows you ever did. Firstly, they were not symmetrical, in fact they were not even similar! My mother had an unsuccessful attempt at shaping them, and then I followed up with severe plucking, resulting in brows that looked like a couple of hairy hockey sticks. NOT pretty!
During my 20s and 30s the brows were ignored – a long fringe helping to disguise the fact that they virtually met in the middle!
More recently I began to pay them more attention and decided to recruit the help of my beauty therapist. A quick inspection and then out came the hot wax: "yes" she agreed "they are in a bit of a state, to put it mildly". I lay on her couch feeling that sense of nervousness and excitement at what was in store, imagining myself with brows like Halle Berry…
"There, all done" my trusted therapist showed me the wax strips. They looked like pieces of sellotape that had been attached to a wool carpet for a few weeks!
So trusting was I that I bounced off the couch and dived straight for my purse and handed over the payment. It wasn't until I was at her front door that it occurred to me that I should check in the mirror – afterall, I may be a little pink around the area and a dash of foundation might not go amiss.
Oh horror! Where were my model brows… where were my BROWS! All but the thinnest line of hair remained above my eyes!
The shock was such that words escaped me, all I could manage was a mere squeak. I grabbed my coat and dashed for the car…
to be continued…
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